RIC BASTASA

Net Nerds - Poem by RIC BASTASA

i perfectly understand mydear that all these are but the productsof theinternetdesigned for the time beingthat we are allheretrapped in Facebook

fish are whatwe are, nettednerds

i am not surprised at allwhen strolling in the parkor mallingor buying the basic necessities oflifeor burying our deadas the rituals are going onwe meeteye to eye and we recallwhat we once saidand thentake all these as nothingbut quiverings of the the lonely heart

after all thesewe begin not to know each othernot to mind whatis happening

'we are all free' and so as expectedwe move in different directionsbut we thank our boring hourswe have indulgedin much needed conversationsto fill thoseempty hours